tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post7094773037532661049..comments2024-03-29T10:42:49.480-04:00Comments on The Miss Rumphius Effect: Monday Poetry Stretch - What Isn't ThereTriciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-71371369002510324482009-11-07T13:07:30.924-05:002009-11-07T13:07:30.924-05:00I don't know why my post doubled. Can you dele...I don't know why my post doubled. Can you delete it and I can re-post? Sorry for your trouble.<br />metesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14651702526007175517noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-76018134537891644342009-11-05T10:25:27.837-05:002009-11-05T10:25:27.837-05:00These are wonderful. I need to remember to post e...These are wonderful. I need to remember to post early, so I'm not embarrassed by my own contribution. Although it's interesting when themes turn up surreptitiously -- I see another "no tree" above.<br /><br />Tyler Elm<br /><br />No Tree, there is.<br />Only tree space,<br />The absence of branch and leaf<br />A swing-sized hole,<br />The memory of standing on a wooden seat<brHarriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05180730302829554796noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-49918394471203671412009-11-05T01:53:38.091-05:002009-11-05T01:53:38.091-05:00Such a wonderful selection of poems this week. Min...Such a wonderful selection of poems this week. Mine isn't the best of poems but it does come from the heart. How odd that this would be the stretch this week when I am, in real life, grappling with what isn't there.<br /><br /><br />The Father Who Never Was<br /><br />No large hand <br />to wipe my tears<br />protecting me <br />from all my fears<br /><br />No shoulders <br />to ride so Susan Taylor Brownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06931432581676140096noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-13339934001056923452009-11-03T19:40:32.080-05:002009-11-03T19:40:32.080-05:00What a range again this week!
Owlinthelibrary - W...What a range again this week!<br /><br />Owlinthelibrary - What a lovely phrase: "No potions that twist brothers into birds..." Wow - you might not think of yourself as a poet yet, but you've got good instincts for poetry! Hope your husband is not in harm's way and that if he's currently deployed, that he'll be coming home soon, safe & sound.Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-19204674865425292382009-11-03T19:31:26.666-05:002009-11-03T19:31:26.666-05:00No Tree
No tree, no branch,
no children swinging
...No Tree<br /><br />No tree, no branch,<br />no children swinging<br />into space and back.<br /><br />No clean cotton socks,<br />no grumpy cactus prickle,<br />no slime of stately snails.<br /><br />No runner's rhythmic breath,<br />no ragged shout of wind,<br />no tinkling unseen bells.<br /><br />No warm embrace of bread scent,<br />no ripeness of spring earth,<br />no sour murk of skunk.<Kate Coombshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10138566291199003171noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-10872847334919339912009-11-03T17:26:18.531-05:002009-11-03T17:26:18.531-05:00I got a little carried away, and, due to the forma...I got a little carried away, and, due to the formatting I can't add my poem to the comments. It's posted at <a href="http://randomnoodling.blogspot.com/2009/11/poetry-stretch.html" rel="nofollow">RandomNoodling</a>.Diane Mayrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09767689319000732296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-5081532186750821352009-11-03T16:34:43.754-05:002009-11-03T16:34:43.754-05:00Hi Tricia ~ Had to post this one (tee-hee) about s...Hi Tricia ~ Had to post this one (tee-hee) about selling my daughter's trampoline and what wasn't there. <br /><br />THE TRAMPOLINE<br /><br />It’s gone, that vestige of my <br />daughter’s youth, strapped to the <br />back of a pickup and ripped away, now <br />sprawling recklessly in a neighbor’s back<br />yard. Little did they know, late last night <br />I seized one final Carol Weishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11714185124041031419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-69064931341978131602009-11-03T12:40:43.792-05:002009-11-03T12:40:43.792-05:00Here's mine-- I took a slightly different appr...Here's mine-- I took a slightly different approach. <a href="http://knockingfrominside.blogspot.com/2009/11/full-moon-and-fog.html" rel="nofollow">Full Moon and Fog</a>Tiel Aisha Ansarihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03994169558252043919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-32521685459983008202009-11-03T06:40:17.268-05:002009-11-03T06:40:17.268-05:00Wow. What a mix of poignant poems and clever ones....Wow. What a mix of poignant poems and clever ones. Jane, I'm speechless. Owlinthelibrary--hate to break it to you, but you are a poet.<br /><br />I hope to give this a try later this morning.laurasalashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13807781795919555208noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-87460357666983150152009-11-03T06:12:28.703-05:002009-11-03T06:12:28.703-05:00Hi Tricia--lovely to meet you at last!
My Late Hu...Hi Tricia--lovely to meet you at last!<br /><br />My Late Husband<br /><br />The door creaks open.<br />It’s only air.<br />I hear your laugh.<br />You are not there.<br />I know you’re ashes<br />Underground<br />Without a body,<br />Heart, or sound.<br />I know you’re gone.<br />I watched you die.<br />Yet still you’re here.<br />I wonder why.<br />I do not scream<br />Or shed a tear<br />janeyolenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15396863710083180775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-78791925597348906102009-11-03T03:28:39.021-05:002009-11-03T03:28:39.021-05:00Going Back to Bed After Getting Up on the Wrong Si...Going Back to Bed After Getting Up on the Wrong Side of It<br /><br />Done un-.<br />Plus non-.<br />Difference in-.<br />Citement ex-.<br />Mood nix. <br /><br /><br />[If I have time, I'll shoot for something a little more upbeat!]Julie https://www.blogger.com/profile/12811523890920763782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-41721339669539561092009-11-02T17:55:33.545-05:002009-11-02T17:55:33.545-05:00Tricia,
It was one of those gray autumn days with...Tricia,<br /><br />It was one of those gray autumn days without any sun here. It inspired me to write another poem for your stretch this week. It's a quickie "what isn't there" triolet.<br /><br /><br />NO SUN TODAY<br /><br />No sun today.<br />No blue sky bright.<br />The clouds are gray.<br />No sun today.<br />No dazzling rays. <br />No yellow light.<br />No sun today.<br />Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-80754523459491669452009-11-02T14:50:17.842-05:002009-11-02T14:50:17.842-05:00I am decidedly not a poet, but I love reading your...I am decidedly not a poet, but I love reading your Poetry Stretches, so I decided to give one a try. I had planned to write something about everything my family misses while my husband is deployed. Instead, I ended up writing this fairy tale-inspired poem about being a custodial stepmother:<br /><br />No poisoned apples or magic mirrors<br />No waiting for night in a woodcutter’s cottage Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-42667198854913705132009-11-02T11:37:35.199-05:002009-11-02T11:37:35.199-05:00This stretch made me think of the brief interlude ...This stretch made me think of the brief interlude in our home between Eli and Cali....sigh.<br /><br />Dogless House<br /><br />No one waiting by my door.<br />No lickingwigglingwags galore.<br />No one barking anymore.<br />I’m going home.<br />What for?Amy L Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03830987204619914326noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-6642967844017988062009-11-02T08:32:59.181-05:002009-11-02T08:32:59.181-05:00Thank you, Elaine! This is just what I was thinkin...Thank you, Elaine! This is just what I was thinking of. I'm so glad you shared this.Triciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18350907653629775293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7320080607016581524.post-38288907551053649382009-11-02T08:31:03.390-05:002009-11-02T08:31:03.390-05:00Tricia,
Here's an animal mask poem about eart...Tricia,<br /><br />Here's an animal mask poem about earthworms that I wrote some time ago. I posted it previously at Wild Rose Reader. In the first half of the poems, the earthworms tell what physical features they lack. <br /><br /><br />We have…<br /><br />No bones<br />No shells<br />No teeth, as well—<br />No lips, no beaks<br />No chins, no cheeks<br />No horns, no claws<br />No talons, Elaine Magliarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09829330276633865868noreply@blogger.com